The night sky is sparse with stars and stars.

The Mi family did not hold a celebratory dinner, but the family got together and simply ate a meal.

After dinner, Master Mi told his mother the thoughts that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time.

Mi Mu was slightly angry, furious, angry, and angrily reprimanded for unfilial piety.

Young Master Mi left home indifferently, dressed plainly.

Canvas shoes, white shirt, jeans.

"Brother Zhang. Young Master Mi looked at the little man standing under the old tree at the door of his house and said in surprise.

Zhang He was dressed very simply, very ordinary, standing on the fallen leaves under the tree and inconspicuous, no one in the old alley would pay too much attention to him.

"Hmm. ”

Zhang He waited for Young Master Mi in front of the Mi family compound for a long time, from sending him into the house to now going out.

Young Master Mi was unhappy, so Zhang He didn't speak, walked up to him, squatted down with his back to him, and walked home with his back as before.

Young Master Mi wanted to pretend to be happy, but he knew that Zhang He was not a fool, and he knew that he was sad now.

The Mijia compound is in the center of the city, the urban area is far away from Qixingzicuo, and it is far away from Qingniuzi Village in the countryside, and it is dozens of kilometers away.

Zhang He walked through the food street unhurriedly with Young Master Mi on his back.

Master Mi thought at first that Zhang He wanted to take him to relax in the food street.

If Zhang He took Young Master Mi to the tea restaurant he liked on weekdays, Young Master Mi, who didn't have the slightest appetite at this moment, would also pretend to be happy.

But Zhang He didn't stop the whole process, and only said, "I miss the past." ”

Master Mi almost burst into tears.

Zhang He really understands him.

He guessed what he had said to his mother.

All the way out of the brightly lit city, never stopping.

Young Master Mi was afraid that his mother would appear behind him and wanted to arrest him back.

In front of his mother, he had no power to fight back, and he couldn't protect Zhang He.

On the urban and rural avenues, it was pitch black and the sky was full of stars.

A car drove past Zhang He, the lights cut through the black curtain, and it gradually drifted away.

The long road was quiet again, and the sound of frogs in the rich paddy fields on both sides of the urban and rural avenues was heard.

Young Master Mi didn't dare to look back, he was most afraid of seeing his mother crying and sad.

Mother is an extremely proud person, he is the pride of her life, and she will not want him to live with someone who is not rich when she dies.

She loves him so much that she will not want him to be hurt even if she dies, and she loves him deeply.

He thinks more now that she is just a strict mother, not a loving mother, and has never given him love.

That way, he wouldn't be as guilty and heartbroken as he is now.

Autumn nights are cold, and the fallen leaves swirl in the messy autumn wind.

Liao Poppy still has not left Qingniuzi Village, she likes the landscape of Qingniuzi Village very much, so she bought a three-story small building from the locals, blowing the wind on the balcony every night, and spending a leisurely life.

When Zhang He walked in front of Liao Poppy's three-story building, Liao Poppy appeared at the gate of the courtyard.

Young Master Mi was a little surprised, as if he didn't expect Liao Poppy, a warm-hearted senior sister, to appear here.

Liao Poppy took the initiative to invite Zhang He and Young Master Mi into the courtyard.

With Liao Poppy, Young Master Mi seemed to have forgotten the unhappiness with his mother, and took the initiative to talk to Liao Poppy about his heart.

Courtyard, under the grape trellis.

There are small lamps hanging on the grape trellises, which were hung by Zhang He for Liao Poppy on the night of Liao Pop's stay.

When Zhang He hung up the lamp, Liao Poppy stood aside in sexy silk pajamas, but Zhang He didn't touch her much.

That night, she looked at Zhang He gently, watching him hang up small lamps for her like a husband.

After Zhang He left, she sat alone under the grape trellis and looked at the bright night sky and small lights for a long time.

Zhang He didn't know that he had always been Liao Poppy's fantasy object, in all aspects.

Liao Poppy is a good listener, she envies Young Master Mi, listens to him silently, and pours him a cup of iced lemon tea from time to time.

When Master Mi asked how Liao Poppy met Zhang He, Liao Poppy was very cooperative with Zhang He, saying that he met Zhang He in the game.

The reason why we met later was because in the process of playing together, she found out little by little that Zhang He was a person with a rich heart and experience.

It's not just a game "king", otaku.

Young Master Mi was much relieved under Liao Poppy's persuasion for nearly an hour, so he stayed in Liao Pop's small building for the night.

Liao Poppy is naturally willing.

Late at night, Zhang He stood at the door of Liao Pop's courtyard and heard Liao Pop calling to turn around.

Liao Poppy, who was standing behind him, stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the lips, very shallow, like a dragonfly dotting water, and tasted it shallowly.

Liao Poppy was wearing a silk nightdress, and a pair of straight beautiful legs were completely exposed in the air, naturally close together.

The nightdress is not short, but the two heavy big peaches in front of Liao Poppy are too big, and they are so tall and plump, and they hold up the nightdress too much, so that the skirt of the nightdress that should completely cover the peach buttocks can only cover a small half.

Liao Pop's bright eyes were as flat and indifferent as ever, as if he had just done a trivial thing that didn't matter.

It seems that he stood on the grassland and glanced at the white clouds in the sky, oh, so carelessly.

Zhang He smiled and turned to leave.

Liao Poppy is a fairy-like beauty, and she said that she is destined to fall in love with many, many men.

But she wouldn't marry any of them.

She doesn't want to be anyone's exclusive woman, she just wants to be bold enough to love the man she wants.

He Zhang He is one of them, he will not be the only one, but he is the one with the heaviest weight.

Zhang He walked into the bamboo forest alone, and the bamboo shadows on the stone road were staggered, and he was alone.

Zhang He does not comment on Liao Pop's view of love, after all, love values are not shaped in a day.

Liao Poppy is a very good goblin who likes freshness and pursues excitement, hot and sexy, and enchanting.

She is seductive, but she is also quiet enough to not speak for a day, a few days, and half a month.

A quiet girl who stays in a small village building to read, write, drink tea, fetch water from the well and do laundry, and burn wood to cook.

She loves the thrill of Western music, and she can wear a suspender bikini and sway to the rhythm on the beach.

But he also loves it, and he can appreciate ancient string music, classic literature, and has a certain attainment.

Zhang He remembered that Liao Poppy had said such things.

"I'm in such a good shape, I don't want to waste it, I want to live a wonderful life and fall in love with a lot of men who are worthy of my love, even if he doesn't like me, I don't care if he just cravets my body, whatever he wants. ”

"Different souls, different personalities, and different bodies can bring me different communication experiences, and I never get tired of it. ”

......

The evening breeze was a little cold, Liao Poppy returned to the bedroom, and found that Master Mi was reading with his back to the bedside, reading the classic American comic cat and mouse.

The lamp on the bedside table was dimly lit, and Master Mi gathered his hip-length long hair together and put it on his left chest.

The black hair was like a sinuous black stream of water, falling all the way to his lower abdomen.

The dim light reflected on Young Master Mi, who was quietly flipping through the book, his eyes were extraordinarily quiet and peaceful, gentle as water.

Young Master Mi is so beautiful, just like a soft and dignified young woman in the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, with elegant words and deeds.

When Young Master Mi turned the book, he used to use only his index finger to drill into the gap of the next page, half-squinting and opening it, with a slow and natural movement.

He seems to enjoy the process of flipping through the books and the frosted feel of the paper.

At this moment, Young Master Mi, with a shallow smile between his eyebrows, looks like the person in the painting, softening the flow of time.

At first glance, no one would think that Master Mi was a boy.

In fact, Master Mi is indeed not a boy.

For special reasons, she has always lived and grown up as a boy.

Regard yourself as a young master.

Young Master Mi suddenly smiled, his eyelashes lowered, and the corners of his lips raised slightly.

Her relationship with Zhang He is a bit like cat and mouse.

Liao Poppy knelt beside Young Master Mi, not knowing what was funny.

Liao Poppy felt that Zhang He and Young Master Mi were a little naïve, obviously they were both mages, and their psychological age was mature, but they still liked comics like children, and liked some things that children were particularly interested in.

Possess a childlike innocence.

But the way they kill demons and people is not naïve at all, and their movements are too skilled.